Nese Lane

Erotic Romance with a little bit of edge...

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Nominated for the BDSM Writers Con 2016 Golden Flogger Awards for BEST BDSM Book of the Year in our BDSM Light category!

Haute Couture designer Jenna Jaynes is comfortable being blissfully numb in the safe bubble of her own creative world, until her smoking hot delivery guy thaws her libido and her heart with his smoldering dominant ways.

As CFO of a thriving delivery company, Ayden Kelley insists on order and discipline in all areas of his life, including the bedroom. Covering a last minute delivery, he meets a spitfire designer who captures his soul, and throws his regimented word into chaos.

He’s dominant by nature, and she’s as vanilla as they come. Will they find they’re perfectly matched, or will the gap in their lifestyles be too wide to bridge?

Excerpt:

Jenna spun and examined her outfit once more with a critical eye. The sleeveless black silk blouse dipped low in the back to expose enough skin to be sexy but demurely covered her larger assets in the front. She’d designed the pencil skirt herself and loved the way the waistband sat low on her hips, which allowed the occasional peek of her flat tummy and bellybutton ring.

A black and crème pattern on the tight polished cotton gave her the retro feel she considered her style, and showed off the favorite part of her body, her tight round ass. The cream platform peep-toe heels made her legs appear to go on for days, and the extra boost couldn’t hurt.

She had the one pair of Christian Louboutins, and they’d been a gift from a bride. The dear woman had said something flippant about the need for Jenna to match her bridesmaids and laughed at her designer’s grumbling consent.

Truth be told, Jenna’s inner fashion diva had squealed and jumped up and down while she smiled politely and thanked the wife-to-be for her kindness. The shoe designer’s brilliant attention to silhouette and detail had planted the seed of inspiration for a couple of her more elaborate dresses.

The buzzer from the street below sounded behind her, and she fluffed her straight bangs and checked her hot-pink lipstick. Knowing Ayden Kelley waited below sent a thrill of desire to her core and a jolt of nerves dancing in her belly.

They’d gone on a horde of dates during the last couple of weeks, getting to know each other. The sweet and unsettling man had managed to top the short list of people she trusted, and Jenna sensed tonight would be the next step in their physical relationship.

Or at least, she hoped it would be. Ayden’s multifaceted personality kept her spirit light, her body primed, and every date a new adventure. She’d slowly made peace with Paul’s memory and looked forward to the new direction her personal life had taken.

She hurried down the stairs as fast as possible in her heels, paused to steady her pounding heart with a deep breath before she swung the door open wide.

“Good evening, gorgeous.” Ayden leaned negligently against the door frame, and Jenna’s thoughts scattered with the sexy sight. His strong legs and tight ass were in encased in muscle hugging black denim. Jenna’s mouth watered at the way the fitted jeans lovingly cupped each of his male attributes.

He’d donned a charcoal button-down tailored to his fit frame, and nonchalantly rolled up the sleeves, riding the fine line between dressy and casual so hard they’d both need a cigarette before the night ended.

She swallowed the drool pooling in her mouth. “Hey.”

The timid response sounded lame to her own ears, but before she could recover her ability to think, Ayden straightened, wrapped an arm around her waist, and drew her close. His fresh citrusy scent teased her senses, and she fought the urge to bury her face in his neck and breathe him in.

“You look good enough to eat.” He held her gaze for a full minute before cupping her jaw with his palm. He brushed her bottom lip with the pad of his thumb, then sucked the pink pigment from his skin. “Mmm, just as I thought, candy sweet.”

The area he’d grazed tingled, and Jenna tugged at the sensitive spot with her teeth.

Ayden groaned, lowered his head, and kissed her—hard. Her knees gave way, and she vaguely registered the shift as he stepped in, shut the door, and sandwiched her between his scalding sinew and the cold wood frame.

Their prior kisses had been a sweet parting of ways, but this registered as a claiming and Jenna hungered to be possessed. His plundering tongue delved into every hidden hollow of her mouth, as if his existence relied on memorizing every crevasse.

As she returned the twisted thrust, a hint of spearmint mixed with the dark addictive taste of Ayden, and the decadence made her shake with white-hot need. She raised her arms and tangled her fingers in his silky ink-black hair.

A deep guttural growl rumbled from his chest as he snagged her hands and stretched her arms above her head, pinning them both easily in one hand. He slowed, released her lips, and nipped his way down her neck.

Jenna’s head spun from the drugging kiss, and she turned her head to suck much needed oxygen into her lungs. The muscles in his chest flexed from holding her wrists, grazing the sensitive tips of her nipples. They tightened into hard points.

With every tug of Ayden’s teeth, her pussy throbbed in response. She rolled her hips, squeezed her thighs together, and gasped as the hard outline of his erection nudged her mound. “Oh, God, Ayden.”

He paused at her nape, shuddered, and stepped back, his hunger for her burning in his gaze. Before her eyes, the predatory look shifted to a grin, and the carefree Ayden of the last few weeks slid into place.

Heat flooded Jenna’s face, and she frowned and looked at the floor. “What happened?”

“Jenna, look at me.”

She shook her head, then tugged against his hold. “Let me go.”

“No.”

What had she done to flip the switch from uber-hot to friend mode in three seconds flat? He’d stopped when she’d brushed against him. Mortification engulfed her, and all of her insecurities came flooding back. Maybe it wasn’t what she’d done…

“Jenna. Look. At. Me. Now.”

The sternness in his tone snapped her gaze to his. Ayden’s brief playful expression had been replaced with a serious, almost angry air, and she once again strained against his grip. “Ayden, let go of me.”

“Not until I remove the shocked and confused look from your face. You have a habit of running, little one. I may be a bastard that way, but I’ll be damned if I will let you go until I explain.”

She dropped her gaze and attempted to shrug, but with her arms pinned, the action just lifted her breasts closer to his face. This kept getting better and better. “Screw it.”

Ayden sighed and crowded against her, once more shoving her against the wall. “My sweet gorgeous girl, please look at me.”

Although a plea, the underlying steel in his voice made Jenna’s pussy weep. She raised her gaze to see banked desire and concern in his chocolate depths. “I get it. You like girls with a little less…”

With a growl, Ayden rocked his hips. The bulk of his erection prodded her through the two layers of fabric. He raised an eyebrow, tangled the fingers of his free hand in the hair at her nape, and squeezed. “I think it’s painfully obvious I like the beautiful creature before me.”

Jenna had once joked about the women of the Victorian era and their penchant to swoon, but if Ayden hadn’t literally pinned her to the wall, she’d have been in a puddle at his feet. “Um…okay?”

His fingers tightened further, and her clit throbbed with the answering sting. She failed to stifle a moan, and Ayden chuckled. God, she had to be perverted. How could the ache of someone pulling her hair make her hot?

Ayden nuzzled her neck and sucked hard on the skin under her ear. “God, you’re perfect, and you don’t even know it.”

She answered with a very unladylike snort. “Now, you’re spreading the bullshit a little thick.”

He bit on the chord of her shoulder, and her hips rolled. Ayden sank his teeth deeper, and she cried out. “Oh, yes.”

She wanted to deny it, but she had to admit she’d never been more excited in her life. Her mouth suddenly rivaled the Mojave Desert, and she licked her dry lips. “Yes. No. I don’t know…”

Ayden ravished her mouth again, then broke away and rested his forehead against hers. “Okay, here’s what has to happen. Jen, I need to see your beautiful blue eyes.”

She sighed, then lifted her lids to meet his piercing gaze. “First, you will never again doubt my attraction to you. Have I not told you numerous times how freaking hot you are?”

She checked the eye roll but gave a single nod. “They’re just words, Ayden.”

He threw his head back and laughed. “So they are, little one. You think I’m playing you, don’t you?”

Keeping Secrets From Sir ~ Available on Amazon

Nominated for Best Established Couple in the Goodreads Group M/M Romance's Members Choice Awards for 2014!

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While "hatchet man" Drew Chandler is both feared and revered in the boardroom, he is completely ruled by his need for submission in the bedroom. Dominance and pain give him that edge vital to his corporate success, but Sir has been unavailable and Drew's hold is slippingâ¦

The D/s bond that Kane Devlin shares with Drew is the icing on the cake of their relationship. When problems at work force Kane to sacrifice time usually spent with his sexy sub, the loss of that connection becomes a source of frustration. His patience is tested further as Drew begins to keep secrets, but Kane plans to get to the bottom of things, from the top.

Angel's Addiction Now Available on Kindle!

Book 1 of the “Rockin' Hard” Series

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Angel's Addiction Release Date 10-18-2013

his angel...

Gabriella Blanchett can't seem to resist the addictive lure of another pleasure-filled night with the smoldering rock star. He'd be perfect except for the sudden and mysterious disappearances in the middle of the night. His ability to sense her every need, coupled with the secrets he harbors, leave her head spinning, her body humming, and her heart in jeopardy.

her addiction...

Rock star Auro Moretti tours the world with a goal that's two-fold. He hopes his music is inspiring, but as an empath, he also heals tortured young souls in the audience with his gypsy gift. Protecting his family's secret and Romani heritage proves as difficult a task as keeping Gabriella in his bed.

She fills his soul with light...he feeds her craving for love...and a stalker threatens to destroy both.

Excerpt

I peered around the corner into the kitchenette area. Auro stood with his back to me, and I took a moment to appreciate the view. He’d drug on a pair of soft well-worn jeans. The fabric molded his ass in a way that had me drooling. He hadn’t bothered with a shirt, and muscles played across his back when he leaned forward and laid a single red rose on the room service tray. Preoccupied with his task, he quietly sang a tune I didn’t recognize. The sound of his voice had me wet in five seconds flat. I’m so easy.

I slipped behind him and wrapped my arms around his waist. “Mmm, morning.” I slid the long silky strands of his hair over so I could kiss where my lips met his spine. The deep rumble of his chuckle tickled my cheek as I snuggled against his warmth.

“Try afternoon, cara, it is after three. I was just coming in to bring you something to eat and find out your plans for this evening. I had hoped to wake you in a completely different manner, but this works almost as well.”

He turned in my arms, tightened his hold, and lowered his head to brush his lips across my mouth. And there it was…the euphoric feeling of his kiss. The fix I needed from my drug of choice—Auro. It hit my system with enough punch, my knees weakened. I steadied myself by grasping his shoulders, leaning my full weight against his tension-filled frame.

“Sorry to spoil your fun. What would you have me do to make it up to you?” I murmured against his lips. Heat flashed in his gaze, and I slowly lowered myself to my knees.